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How I passed my leap year day (wtf, do they even have name for this day??)

Friday, February 29, 2008


Me & WY started the day by:


Eating Big Breakfast (see how nicely she cut them up)


This looks like your mother's menses.


This is me and WY, looking completely heinous because THERE'S COMPLETELY NOTHING TO DO AT ALL FUCK LA CB SO BORING OKAY???


So to kill time,


many shots


were taken.


We even took XY's specs to take pics.


Beardie


Im sorry for this blurred photo, was too busy laughing to control my hands.


Gold diggas


A Loch Ness monster replica.


BTW! Have a good guess of the number of staple bullets there are here... I counted them!



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I lead so many lives that I think I'm only trying to fool myself